“Where did you learn
such a word as
Can you even spell it?”
“There is a thick book
in the den. It called for me
and I went unto it and I promise you
there are words far more complicated
than ‘eviscerate’ – can I spell it?
Not without difficulty
as I did not commit each letter to heart
– but I feel I could recognize it –
if it would appear while I read
anything I’d recognize
it. Maybe someday soon I can spell
it without too many stumbles. I
only ask that you not speak
of this to those who we must call
parental figures. We
are not supposed to know of words
that exceed three syllables
or are much abstract.”
Such dialog did not happen
while standing on the edge of the ridge
as the following tale
about to begin attempts to describe
for the sake of scene-setting.
It happened within embrace of an April
night; since that night both of the youthful
persons knew how to spell that word;
not only that word but several words.
They agreed they’d keep secret this they’d learned.